Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.